The Body Electric-Erica Buettner

All these hollowed, out empty towns in the empire dying fast The last flicker of neon light leaving empty bulbs of glass too fragile for this world All these hollowed, out empty folks like outlines in pavement chalk Eyes all narrowed down to slits from light too hot to be let in Hot as the push of needles Hot as the fast food grease Hot as the nothing left Hot as the big release Hot as fluorescent ceilings Hot as the neighbor's gun Hot as the children launching their Waxy-winged flight towards the sun My land I try my best for you I follow my own pen, I choose my own route I follow the brightest star I follow the brightest star The body electric The body electric electric electric Through cracks in the blacktop the grass is still growing I spin like a searchlight I spin like a searchlight I want to be part of that energy flowing I know that it's urgent It's urgent it's urgent Through cracks in the blacktop the grass is still growing I spin like a searchlight I spin like a searchlight I want to be part of that energy flowing I know that it's urgent It's urgent It's urgent Through cracks in the blacktop the grass is still growing I spin like a searchlight I spin like a searchlight I want to be part of that energy flowing I know that it's urgent It's urgent It's urgent